The witch ladies want me to confess my love

"What a warlike person." Fourier sighed.

He turned around and touched the weapon box on his back with his right hand. The sword hilt popped out of the weapon box and entered the palm of his right hand.When the indicator light on the box turned red, he took advantage of the situation and pulled out the weapon from behind. The translucent red crystal blade left a deep red arc in the air, just like his eyes that turned from brown-black to bright red at this moment.

"And I prefer to reason with others." He said with a smile.

As a result, the other enemy stopped abruptly and finally fled in front of Fourier.

Chapter 3 The Philosophy of Foreigners·Inheritance

About 2 minutes later, Hei Zhen came back on the flames. At this moment, she looked like a witch and a goddess of revenge, but there was no smell of death in her body.

Fourier had already put away his weapon, leaning on the weapon box and scratching the ground with a branch. Hei Zhen took a look. She could clearly understand every character, but when they were connected together, her mind went blank. Feel.

"What are you doing?"

"As you can see, this is a heat conduction equation. It uses a mathematical model to describe the propagation of heat in a three-dimensional uniform medium with equal directions. Using the Laplacian operator, it can be generalized to other forms.

To tell you the truth, I am also someone who likes to play with fire. Anyone who manifests as fire in the extraordinary realm cannot avoid thermodynamics, and thermodynamics cannot avoid this partial differential equation. "

Fourier casually erased the traces he left on the ground, looked at Heizhen and said: "No one is born strong, right? Talent determines the upper limit, and hard work determines the lower limit. If a being is born with the ability set by someone, Good power, then I think he is boring and looks like a doll.

Fortunately, this world is very tolerant, and there are many people who like dolls. "

Heizhen's face turned unhappy for a moment, and this unhappiness was the result Fourier expected.Just like before, he was placed against Gerrard's special forces, which was also the result Hei Zhen expected.

The client said that there was no point in deciding the outcome with the special forces. Just 10 minutes and 37 seconds after she said this, she strangely became concerned about the outcome.

There is still no meaning in deciding the winner, but the events triggered by the chain are meaningful. If she comes back and sees the body of Fourier or the special soldier she left behind on the ground, she will probably feel much relieved.

Death or life is the boundary between strong and weak, and now, this boundary has become blurred.

Kurosada's actions can't be called scheming. Compared with Ichihara Yuko, the witch who always plays tricks on Fourier, the client is so straightforward that it makes people sigh "cute"——

The so-called scheming, strategy and concealment are indispensable elements. The girl only completed the first half, and then told Fourier through actions, without any intention of hiding.

If this was a romantic comedy, she'd probably be the best woman to pull it off.

When the wind blew again, a fallen leaf rotated through the space between the operator and the client. As if a signal, the shadow of the street lamp on the ground returned to its normal outline, and the bell tied to the horse's neck made a crisp sound. The wheels groaned as they rolled over the stone road, and the noisy communication between people broke in. The eyes of Fourier and Heizhen were lit up by the lights behind each other.

"It doesn't matter to me, but back to reality, it won't be good for Miss Alt to continue to watch around like this." Fourier picked up the weapon box, "I hope to go to a safe place to do the most important thing in life." thing."

"what's up?"

"Eat." Fourier replied seriously.

Hei Zhen put her hands on her hips, tilted her head to the side, and rolled her eyes.

The client brought the operators she had recruited into a complex, maze-like apartment complex. When she opened the door, an unseemly or even messy scene came into Fouriera's eyes.

He shrugged, turned his head, and leaned against the door to draw analytical equations on the ground. There was a fussing sound behind him that lasted for 10 minutes. The girl's head poked out, and a strand of hair was stuck to her forehead with sweat. .

"No, it's nothing strange, right? Why do you have to tidy up the room so neatly? It will be messed up again anyway. People who are fulfilled don't have time to care about these boring details. I don't care at all."

Hey, the more you talk, the more I feel that you are full of shortcomings in the field of girl power.Fourier thought.

As a result, he looked at Hei Zhen with more and more sympathy in his eyes.

He took the initiative and walked in. He was quite satisfied with the girl's surprise work. At least there were no surprises waiting for him.By his standards, the client is almost still a child, and he is always more tolerant towards children than towards adults.

What broke the embarrassment was the quarrel of the neighbors next door, the loud voices of the middle-aged man and woman, and the obsequious voice of their daughter, "Don't argue anymore."

"Are you sure this is a safe zone?" Fourier said, crossing his arms.

"Of course, the next door neighbor's daughter is a second-class maid of Mrs. Gerald, responsible for monitoring this area." Hei Zhen's lips curved, "At the same time, she is also my informant."

"very good."

The girl's room looked simple and empty after hiding the sundries. The living room cum kitchen, bedroom, toilet cum shower room constituted the entire space of Heizhen's life. The total area was equivalent to six months of the house Fourier bought in the Fourth Ring Road of Beijing. One percent, but it seems that Heizhen does not need to pay off the mortgage for another 15 years.

Fourier put the weapon box behind the single sofa, which was also his suitcase. He used space folding technology to make one box of equipment multi-purpose. This spell was given to him by Yuko Ichihara as a year-end bonus.

When Hei Zhen went to the bedroom to put down his things, when he came back, he saw Fourier digging out onions, bread, and wrapped boiled chicken, which was probably better than what the working-class families living nearby would eat.

"Is this...your dinner?"

"It will get better starting tomorrow," Fourier shook his head. "I am going to use this month's salary to replenish my banknote capacity."

"But we have to make do with it tonight, right?" Hei Zhen sneered: "You pitied me before, but now it's my turn to pit you."

She was rude, but actually went to the kitchen to cook dinner, and two-thirds of the result was put on Fourier's plate. The girl's attitude was as bad as her cooking skills, but Fourier was not that pretentious. The man ate the dinner at the client’s house without changing his expression.

His boldness shocked Hei Zhen. She seemed to have a clear understanding of her cooking skills, so she was a little overwhelmed and even a little happy when she saw this diner.

For those who cook, the best compliment is when the diners say "have another bowl."

"After completing the most important thing in life, I think we can do the second most important thing." Fourier said.

"With your deadpan sense of humor, the second most important thing is work, right."

"Of course, you can only earn a living by being a good social worker. I still have 15 years to pay off my mortgage."

Heizhen didn't let Fourier help wash the dishes. She also had her own insistence, so Fourier sat on the sofa and drank chrysanthemum tea. He looked at the client who was living at home from the side, and received a disgusted expression from the other party.

After returning, Jeanne d'Arc Alter pulled up a chair and patted the back of the chair. Fourier stood up and exchanged seats like the Duke of Connaught. The moment the figures crossed each other, the smell of Jeanne d'Arc's home invaded Fourier's nose.

They met because of wishes, and the only dialogue that can continue is the wish itself.So, they picked up where they left off at the coffee shop.

"What do you want to know?"

"First, let's talk about the special forces." Fourier opened his notebook. "What kind of existence are they?"

"It's a question that doesn't make sense. Let me start from the beginning. Toby Gerrard is a local rich man. His group's office building is located in the Shinra Building, which is why the group got its name.

His tentacles extended to all areas and became the de facto ruler of the Orleans region.Naturally, some people are dissatisfied with his dual monopoly on power and economy, and people in other regions and your capital city are not happy to see the stable rule of a monopoly giant, so internal and external factors have created a group of rebels.

The rebels are not a unified force. There are various positions and characters in it. I work alone, but I also exchange intelligence with other resistance groups. "

Fourier nodded. Heizhen was a woman who acted for her own desires. She just wanted to keep the few little sparrows in the girls' school who had no peace of mind. What about Orleans, or even the girls' school where her friends graduated? What happens is none of her business.

He even felt that if she wasn't concerned about her, she would become an enemy of Gerald's Shinra Company and the rebel organization at the same time.

At the same time, this also explains why a student is able to live independently. Her source of income is probably selling force and getting information from her neighbor’s informant in exchange for money. After the money is laundered, it becomes a coffee shop.

"The process of Toby Gerald's fortune is a mystery. Some say that he signed a contract with Beatrice, an ancient witch family in Italy whose head has been dubbed the 'Golden Witch' for generations, and received ten tons of gold;

Some people also say that when he was building a project in the north, he secretly asked his men to open the river embankment, disguised it as an accident and drowned 2300 workers, and obtained huge funds by annexing the pensions issued by the government.

No matter what the truth is, he has become the king of Orleans. In order to suppress the rebels, in addition to replacing the Orleans Police Department and the city defense army with his people, he also established special forces.

Only Shinra executives know the specific number of special forces. What we know is that they have three levels: 1st, 2nd, and 3rd. Among them, there are only three people in the highest 1st level. They are the only opponents worth fighting (sneer). The others, They are just trash fish. Even if I burn them with the battle flag, they will still pollute the air (dislike my face).

The 1st will not be dispatched easily. The 2nd and 3rd, like the cannon fodder, monitor the entire Orleans day and night, and arrange their manpower according to the threat level of each block.At least for the time being, I am considered a low threat to them. "

A character who would take out a flag surrounded by a curse and an ominous aura and then burn people if they disagree with each other is actually classified as a "less threatening" type. Does Shinra Company arrange threat levels based on appearance? ?

Fourier thought, it was obviously impossible. If their ability to distinguish enemies was as good as ikun, the capitalists in the foreign monopoly groups would probably kneel down in the living room and open champagne.

Then the reason can only exist in the secret that Jeanne d'Arc Alter has not yet confessed to him.

Just when Heizhen was about to say something, Fourier made a pause gesture.

"what happened?"

"Miss Alt, have you forgotten something?"

"Ok?"

"Look, we are alone in a small room, and it's so late at night. After eating and drinking, shouldn't we do something good for our physical and mental health?"

While Heizhen silently revealed the hilt of the cage-handled sword, Fourier pointed to the school uniform hanging in the bedroom, "You are a student, right? Isn't this the time to do your homework? No. To tell you the truth, I have some experience tutoring female students."

Chapter 4 The Philosophy of Foreigners·Revolution

"Homework?" Heizhen relaxed and looked at the young man with an expression that looked like he was looking at a fool, "Has your brain finally shut down due to lack of nutrition?"

"At any time, people must do their duty, just like I am a clerk, my duty is to do my job well." Fourier replied calmly: "And you are a student, your duty is Study. According to my observation, you came to the store with your friends after school, and you have not done any homework until now. You also review your homework and preview the new content tomorrow.

This is not possible. You will not be able to keep up with the teaching progress. "

"No, no, no, this sermon is fundamentally untrue. We are discussing my commission, and you are urging me to study?"

"Your entrustment is my top priority, and I will fulfill your wish. However, that wish is not everything in your life. In the end, you still have to learn to open up a path for your future life."

"If you're going to preach, that's really unpleasant."

Hei Zhen had some harsh and sarcastic words brewing in her heart, pouring out of her throat and onto her lips. However, when she met Fourier's eyes, she saw the kindness reflected in his brown-black pupils. These words Unknowingly, I swallowed it back.

It wasn't that she succumbed to the will of the youth, but that she felt the youth's stubbornness, which had some similarities with her. They were both people living in their own world, and their ideas were so solid, like this city built of steel. .

"If you really have good intentions towards me, stop caring about me and go care about other women." Hei Zhen's cheeks tightened and she held her forehead, "Really...why did I respond to you?" A contract."

"Ms. Alt, it is common knowledge in the industry that the client and the operator who solves the client will cause trouble for each other. I will cause trouble for you. At the same time, when you are in trouble, please drag me along. Good interpersonal relationships prove that , that is, they can cause trouble for each other as they please."

"Is this the weird philosophy of foreigners?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure of 'foreign' or 'weird philosophy', or both?"

"Is it important?" Fourier caressed his chest, "At this moment, my sword is swung for you."

The girl turned her head slightly and said, "I told you to ignore me. I'm not that easy to tease."

Even so, Heizhen finally took out her homework. She probably had her own thoughts about the future.Fourier took out "Thunderstorm" and continued reading, looking at Hei Zhen who was sitting opposite and studying from time to time.

The orange light softened the girl's expression, and the down on her baby-fat cheeks was clearly visible. When her eyes were lowered and her expression was calm, Fourier finally felt that her client looked a little girly. ...Though the good times only lasted a short time.

After Hei Zhen finished her homework, the two chatted about Gerald for a while.When the time came to 10 o'clock and the client couldn't help but yawn, Fourier asked the last question of the day——

"If I want to see Toby Gerrard, where do I go?"

"Santa Mantua Girls' High School, where I study now. As one of the school's largest patrons, he will go there tomorrow to watch the school's performance. You should have heard them discussing "Thunderstorm" in the coffee shop before. Right, in order to promote the school and eliminate residents’ prejudice against women receiving education, everyone has thought a lot of ideas.”

At this point, Hei Zhen showed a smile that was mixed with contempt and regret: "But those little fools don't understand that prejudice comes from arrogance. The more vulgar a person is, the stronger a person's arrogance becomes."

"The relationship is good. If I follow you to your school tomorrow, we can meet the mission target." Fourier replied.

"I hope you can forge an identity that won't let me burn you." The girl yawned, "I'm sleepy. If you have any questions, let's continue tomorrow. If you dare to do something strange, I'll put you on the guillotine."

"Then please let me have a bite of Queen Mary's prodigal cake before I die."

Heizhen didn't answer. When she came back from washing, Fourier had already undressed and lay down on the sofa. In her estimation, this annoying man was over 185 centimeters tall. Every time she got closer to him, she could feel that he was over 26 centimeters tall. The oppression caused by the centimeter height difference.

But being tall is not all good. Now this smooth-tongued young man looks pitiful squeezed on the small sofa.

She pursed her lips and smiled, but felt that it did not fit her self-defined personality, so she coughed into her waist, making her expression become colder.Anyway, the man had his eyes closed and knew nothing.

When she came to the door of the bedroom, she heard the young man's voice behind her——

"Good night, Miss Alt, you look so cute when you smile."

In Fourier's field of vision, the back of the client trembled. She quickly walked into the bedroom, her ears turning red.

He also closed his eyes and imagined returning to his hometown, lying on the hillside, facing a valley full of lilies.The sun shone gently on his face, and the light and shadow changed. The shadow of the woman leaning over covered the outline of the sky. Her long golden hair was so brilliant that it seemed to burn gold.

There are two spaces separated by a door. Heizhen inside the door is holding a pillow and burying his face in the quilt. Fourier outside the door is chased by memory and sheds a drop of crystal tears.

The next day, when Hei Zhen was woken up by the alarm clock, she sat up in a daze and threw the noisy thing at the foot of the bed. She yawned and reluctantly got up and opened the door. She touched her head because of her poor sleeping posture. , her silver-gray medium-short hair now looks like a dull mess.

The outline of the young man's back came into her eyes, and Fourier made the final adjustments with his back to Heizhen.When he heard the footsteps and turned around, Fourier appeared in the girl's eyes almost like a different person compared to yesterday.

"You are this?"

"Hello, I am a lawyer employed by you now." Fourier pointed to himself, "White shirt, black vest, black skinny trousers, floral tie, brown leather shoes, and diamonds on the collar. A brooch and a wallet hung around the waist. A large gold chain must be worn outside the wallet, with a pocket watch tied to it. This is the popular dress for young lawyers in Sufayela, the capital."

“What’s the reason for becoming a lawyer?”

"Your distant relative left you a rich inheritance, and his notary entrusted the execution of the will to our law firm 'Inversion of Black and White'. Let me introduce myself again, my name is Claude Strife ,glad to serve you."

Heizhen looked Fourier up and down, and found that his dark black hair had been dyed yellow, his brown-black eyes were covered with blue contact lenses, and his hairstyle had become a killer look. No wonder she was in a trance. Didn't recognize it.

The girl looked at Fourier and found that Fourier was also looking at her.Following the man's gaze, she glanced down.

Damn, I forgot there was an extra man in the house.

The cross-dressed young man consciously left the house to avoid being burned in a physical sense. At the same time, the door of the neighbor's house also opened. The girl wearing the uniform of Santa Mantua Girls' High School looked up and saw Shamate appearing at the door of Heizhen's house. , stunned for a moment.

"Hello." Fourier greeted.

"Hello," Heizhen's schoolmate looked at Fourier in confusion and said, "Who are you..."

Fourier repeated what he had just said to Heizhen. The essence of human beings is a repeater. This was something a customer said before. The young man found it quite reasonable, because it was foreseeable that today he would have to repeat his character. Several times.

"My name is Phoenix Foyle. I go to the same school as Joan of Arc and am also her neighbor. If her fate were to turn around, that would be the best news I heard today."